Genera's POV
The sun was about to set when I stepped on the fancy train which is going to take me, and the male tribute Wyatt, to the Capitol. I can't wait! (Notice the sarcasm). To be honest, I've never really cared for the Hunger Games. I do not care for the children who gets selected to fight in the arena. I've always thought 'Lucky it wasn't me'. But this year it is me. I am the female tribute for district 5. I am almost positive that I will be one of the first ones to die because I've had no training, unless you count being good at math as an ability. I could bore the contestants to death.
Wyatt, however, seemed to enjoy this. Once the train started to move, Wyatt marched over to the window and waved to everyone. I wonder if he wasn't chosen that he would volunteer. I've only known him for, about, thirty minutes now but I already despise him. He tried flirting with me in the car but I kept ignoring him. Although, he doesn't seem like someone who would give up.
After waving goodbye, Wyatt turned around to see me laying down on the couch. I didn't realize I actually stared at him all this time. I didn't cower away from his stare. He leaned back on the wall and crossed his arm, still keeping his eyes on me. We involuntarily entered a staring contest which both of us were intent on winning. I decided to copy him and crossed my arms as well. I was not going to give up that easily. A small grin was tugging at his lips. I raised and eyebrow questioning him. I still despised him. Like I was going to fall for him. I'm actually not attracted to anyone.
"Sorry to break up your moment" A voice called out from behind me. I broke the stare with Wyatt, unintentionally making him the winner, and turned to look at who said it. It was our mentor; Atom. Atom was a middle-aged man with blonde hair and a scruffy beard. He has a scar running through his left eye, making it impossible to see with it. He got it the year he won the Hunger Games. He clearly doesn't like to talk about it.
"We got work to do" he said while sitting down at the dinner table a couple of feet away from the couch.
He waited there a moment, then signaled us to come and sit with him. I got up from the comfy couch and made my way to one of the chairs at the table. Once both me and Wyatt are sitting down - him next to me which I clearly hate - we waited for Atom to start talking. But he didn't. He only looked at us like he was waiting for us to talk.
"Well?" I asked him.
"Well what?"
"What is our strategy in the Games?" I asked him like he was an idiot, which I am starting to believe he is.
"Why don't you tell me that?" He leaned back in his chair with an almost smug look on his face. I would really like to punch that look out of him.
"You are supposed to be our mentor! You are supposed to tell us what we are going to do!" I exclaimed, tired of him treating us like pros. I've never done this before and he better start treating us like it.
"Alright, you want a tip?" He asked us, leaning forward on his elbows on the table. "Don't be stupid."
That's it. I got up from the chair and walked out of the room. None of them even told me to come back. I wanted to go to my room. Then I realized that I don't know where my room is. I started to look around for something that would lead me to my room but there were no signs anywhere. I am lost on a train. Imagine how I would feel in the arena.
I was so distracted by my thoughts that I accidentally bumped into someone.
"I'm sorry" I said immediately. I looked at who it was I bumped into. It was Leto, our district escort.
"Don't be sorry, my dear" he said with his posh, Capitol accent. "I wasn't looking at where I was going."
That's a first. Someone from the Capitol apologizing. If it were someone else from the Capitol they would freak out that I might have broken their nail or messed up their hairdo. Leto, however, didn't seem to care. He doesn't even look like most Capitol people. His ginger hair is in a ponytail and his face isn't filled with makeup. He pretty much looks like a normal person.
He was about to walk away when I realized that I don't know where my room is.
"Wait!" I yelled at him. He stopped and then turned to look at me. "Could you show me where my room is?" I asked him. Leto smiled in return. He walked passed me again and motioned me to follow him. I did.
This train was huge. I am pretty sure we have been walking for five minutes until we were outside my bedroom.
"Home, sweet home" Leto told me. It wasn't in a chirpy voice which most people from the Capitol would have. He said it in an almost sad tone.
I walked inside the room. It was absolutely beautiful. The walls were grass green and the floor was a black carpet. My bed was big with a white quilt and pillow. I walked towards it and sat down. It was very comfortable. So comfortable I could fall asleep right now.
"Can I tell you something?" I almost forgot that Leto was still standing in the doorway. I nodded at him and moved over, showing him it is okay to come sit next to me. He didn't. He stood still next to the door.
"Last year was my first year as an escort." He started. His eyes were showing sadness. "I was so happy that I would be an escort for district 5. The reaping was the same as this year. No volunteers at all. But the tributes were two small children. One who was 13 and the other 12." I remember them. The boy, which was 12, died in the bloodbath on the first day. The girl, however, managed to survive a long time and finished at 6th place. She died by someone drowning her while she was getting water. "I didn't care about them at the time. I only wanted a show. But seeing them die in such brutal ways was not something pleasant. I had grown to care for both of them and then I saw them die right in front of my eyes." His voice was starting to crack. There were tears running down his face by now. "I want to give you an advice." I straightened my back, showing that I was ready for whatever he was about to say to me. "Do not underestimate the Games, not the competitors nor the game-makers. That will be your downfall."
I nodded, showing him my understanding. I've never cared for the Games, showing underestimating. Now that I am competing I have to be ready for whatever could happen.
"Sleep tight" Leto said while stepping away and closing the door. I don't even get myself ready for bed. I am too tired to do anything else today. I laid down in bed, not pulling the covers over me, and closed my eyes.
